Please Don’t Listen to Him

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When I was 11 years old, the mother of a very good friend of mine committed suicide by drinking disinfectant. 

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On 04/26/2020, Elaine McGhee said ...

Who is the "him"? I heard someone incorrectly say that Trump encouraged folks to drink lysol! How crazy is that? Someone else said that Washington folks said to inject Drano! What is the world coming to when people use a crisis to fight and try to push agendas? Makes me sad. Hope folks have enough sense to ignore such idiocy! Stay safe. Sort through your fabrics, just to play with the colors. I have.

On 04/26/2020, Barbara Anne said ...

How did I miss this one? Yet another reason Agent Orange (bad for everyone) should be in jail for practicing medicine without a license. How outrageous!

So sorry to hear about your childhood friend's mother.

Hugs!

On 04/27/2020, Ginger Martin said ...

I am sorry politics has to infect our wonderful quilting blogs.
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